binned (Remove filter)
Binned
once shoes went to cobblers
new valves a radio renewed
cut-throat razors stropping
nappies boiled then brewed
ย
now artefacts come and go
we exploit them every day
serve a purpose then gone
discards, just thrown away
ย
are us people any different?
used and then tossed aside
minds or bodies plundered
left weeping, hollow, dried
ย
poets call it romantic l...
Monday 1st February 2021 10:40 am
Recent Comments
Landi Cruz on Still life in Urban decay
34 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on I Miss You So
4 hours ago
Tom Doolan on The Future Is Mine
4 hours ago
Auracle on Make๐Africa๐Happy๐Again (MAHA)
4 hours ago
Auracle on The Future Is Mine
5 hours ago
Auracle on Well-Traveled Heart
5 hours ago
Nigel Astell on On This Cold September Day
10 hours ago
David RL Moore on Traces and Echoes
11 hours ago
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 38 of 230:ย THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
1 day ago
Tom Doolan on I Miss You So
1 day ago